Stevie Smith Quotes

If you haven't cried, your eyes can't be beautiful.

I shine in tears like the sun in April.

As a young child, I was never a crier. I never cried to get my way, or even when I was in pain.

I don't even like to cry in private.

I don't usually let people see me cry.

I have not wept since the death of my parents," said Luxa quietly. "But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.

Now you see,' said the turtle, drifting back into the pond, 'why it is useless to cry. Your tears do not wash away your sorrows. They feed someone else's joy. And that is why you must learn to swallow your own tears.

Everyone cries sometimes, Tory. There are some pains that run too deep for even the strongest to take without breaking. I don’t think any less of you for it. (Acheron)

I try not to cry, in general. The experience of crying is so emotional and uncomfortable for me that I don't like to go there.

Over my real sorrows I never weep.

And as the ax bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it.

I have learned to cry again and I think perhaps that means I am a human being again. Perhaps that at least. A piece of human being but, yes, a human being.

Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me, so I knew what Augustus was doing. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a Sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.

It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?

Maybe if I'd been braver in that moment, I would have cried.

I'm not the kind of girl who breaks down in public.

Everything he'd done with regard to her in the last three years had been calculated to foreclose the intensely personal sort of talks they'd had when he was younger: to get her to shut up, to train her to contain herself, to make her stop pestering him with her overfull heart and her uncensored self. And now that the training was complete and she was obediently trivial with him, he felt bereft of her and wanted to undo it.

Always seek less turbulent skies. Hurt. Fly above it. Betrayal. Fly above it. Anger. Fly above it. You are the one who is flying the plane.

In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried her face in his side, her body shaking with sobs. Her tiny voice was muffled: "Tollerere me a hic, tollerere me a hic..." Take me away from here, take me away from here.

We carry oceans inside of us, in our blood and our sweat. And we are crying the oceans, in our tears.

It's okay to cry as long as you're faking it.

Every tear should live its purpose. Don't ever wipe the reason away.

Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising, Just be true to who you are